Yup. On Kingston road at the corner of Fallingbrook (the street where actual rich people live). Personally, we're downwardly mobile trailer trash, with pretentions.

The hole that Big Mick fell into, wasn't a hole BEFORE he deposited himself there. We have a memorial plaque, that says:

"At this spot a feckin' overweight Labour organiser who thinks he's Irish, tipped over backwards, and disappeared into the roses. We had to pry his Guild 12 string from his cold dead fingers".

Our neighbours on one side erected an eight foot high fence, so they wouldn't have to hear the folk music that often comes from our yard. We're sort of the "acoustic" Ozzie and Sharon Osbourne.

Cheers

Rick